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Ann Nicholson on Tony and Eve

Hi Phil,

The last few days I've been thinking about Eve and Tony and their house, and, surprisingly I can remember very little. I have a bit of a visual picture of the house with a long hallway to the right and living room leading into dining room leading into kitchen on the left. I feel I should remember more as I lived there for a short time - in the garage. But maybe it was actually for a shorter time than I thought.

I do remember that there was ALWAYS a huge pot of vegetable curry on the stove that fed god knows how many people.  and there were always people in the house, visiting, hanging out, talking, arguing, sleeping, staying over.  of course they were people of all races.  If you were black of course you could not leave till the morning because of the curfew, so I think a lot of people stayed over.  It was a very laid back, welcoming place - and of course very interesting.  Lots of journalists and music people I think.

Tony was seriously addicted to atchar.  He ate untold quantities of atchar sandwiches - open face.

Eve had to report to the police - not sure how often.  to help her remember she wrote herself a message on the hallway mirror by the door with lipstick - huge, all over the mirror.  But still it was hard to remember . after a time you didn't notice it.

Apologies for a poor memory.

Ann

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  1. Thanks to Ann for her memories of Mom and Dad.

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  2. Pam said it was a pot of Tomato sauce. Perhaps it was both.

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